My First Love, a Marine, Vanished – Thirty Years Later, I Saw a Man with His Exact Eyes Waiting at Our Place by a Weeping Willow, and My Heart Stopped

does when she’s trying to stay busy.

I rolled toward the desk.

“You don’t have to do it alone.”

I was sorting through things, and that’s when I noticed it. One of the drawers wouldn’t open. I pulled again. Nothing.

“Jane,” I said. “Did you know about this?”

“About what?”

“This drawer. It’s locked.”

She frowned. “Dad didn’t lock his drawers.”

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